Stone Sour
Stone Sour
Stone Sour
Stone Sour
Stone Sour
Stone Sour
Stone Sour
Stone Sour
Stone Sour & & & & Shawn Crahan & & & Anders Colsefni
Stone Sour
Stone Sour
Stone Sour
Stone Sour
[Spoken]
What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains
Try to tempt the holistic tomes
Running rampant with free thought to free form in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
To sift and focus on the bigger, better now
We all have a little sin than needs venting, virtues for the rending
And laws and systems and stems a rift from branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
Wind down inside of your atavistic allure
The value of a summer spent
And a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest
But all we do is catch our breath
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
What the fuck is all this for?
(What the hell's goin' on?)
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things you do
And like a smack of spite they throw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when you can't even talk to yourself anymore
Because no one's there, its just you and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards
With a thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
'Classified' my ass! That's a fucking secret and you know it
Government is another way to say, 'Better Than You'
It's like an ice but no pick, a murder charge that won't stick
It's like a whole other world where you can smell the food
But you can't touch the silverware
Hah, what luck
Fascism that you can vote for
Isn't that sweet?
And we're all gonna to die some day, cause that's the American way
And I've drunk too much and said too little
When you're gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, save face
Get yourself together and
(See what's happening)
Shut up!
(Fuck you!)
Fuck you
I could go on and on, but it's time to move on, so
Remember, you're a wreck, an accident
Forget the freak, you're just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
Shit, snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in the end everything we do is just everything we've done
Omega (Demo) was written by Jim Root & Josh Rand & Joel Ekman & Shawn Economaki & Corey Taylor.
Omega (Demo) was produced by Sean McMahon.